“I swear I could come with just getting you off.” I thrust against him for good measure and gasped when my cock glided through his ass cheeks, angling down. “Holy fucking yes.” Sensation flooded me. If getting off with the crease of his ass was this good, how fucking incredible would it be sinking into his tight channel? I grunted at the thought, going to town with my thrusts and keeping a fast rhythm on his cock.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice,” I managed, rubbing up against him, “you didn’t know what to call me.”
Once again, he angled to look at me. With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he looked hot. Complete with flushed cheeks, he was well on the way to the image of him I loved seeing the most. Thoroughly debauched.
“Boyfriend… sounds weird,” he said with a groan, pushing against me one second and then pushing forward into my grip.
I agreed completely. More than once I’d hesitated about terminology. And then he was spilling into my hand. I barely had time to react before he turned, smashed his mouth against mine, took my cock in hand, gave a few short, tight tugs, and I released.
The sound echoing around the bathroom was loud, a relieved grunt and groan as he once more had me seeing stars.
“I think I need to work on my jealousy,” Sutton said as he pulled away. “Much more of that, and I don’t think I’ll survive it.” The sweetest smile beamed back at me, making my heart do a loop-de-loop, my stomach adding an extra fizz for good measure.
“How about me telling you that you have nothing to be jealous about?” Despite my smile, I was deadly serious. With the way Sutton made me feel—whole, complete, understood—how could he possibly think I wanted anyone else? “Plus, there’s the whole my dick’s-only-hard-for-you thing we have going on.” I bounced my brows up and down. “Is bi for you a real thing?”
Rolling his eyes, Sutton groaned, pressing his face against my neck.
“What, it’s a legit question?” Mirth lit my words, but I was kinda serious too. “Another question we can ask Mark.”
The bastard nipped my neck. I hissed and pulled away, noticing the smug grin on his face.
“You’ve got issues, man,” I grumbled, dotting a kiss to his puffy lips and somehow managing to pull away before I devoured him.
“That right?”
“Yeah, apparently you can’t decide if you’re the Hulk or… what’s that guy’s name, from that movie? It’s old as fuck now. Shit.” I racked my brains as we washed off, then grinned when the name came to me. With a click of my fingers, I said, “Blade. You know, the vampire? It’s also the name—”
“I know the name of the movie,” he deadpanned.
“Yeah, that whole crackpot Wesley Snipes vibe going on. Teeth to yourself.”
Turning off the shower, Sutton eyed me with something akin to wonder on his face.Scratch that.Rather than wonder, it was bemused tolerance, maybe.
“Just get your ass moving. Apparently we have a friend of yours to meet.”
“Roger that,lover.”
Honest-to-God befuddlement crossed his features.
“No? Okay, no use of lover. I’ll keep trying.”
We dressed while I considered other alternatives. Thinking of something wild that would really get under Sutton’s skin.
“How about suitor?” I suggested as we stepped into the canteen, which was nothing like the canteen from my college days. Here was all nice silverware, quality plates, and well-cooked, albeit healthy food. Since I didn’t have to fend for myself, I took it as a win.
“Nope.”
I peered around the room and saw Mark sitting with Milo and Pearce. My back straightened. I still hadn’t had real quality time with Milo yet. Sure, there was Mark to catch up with, and there was Pearce, who we needed to check up on, but Milo Henderson was right there.
A hand clamped on my shoulder. “I know playing hard to get has never been in your vocabulary,” Sutton said quietly next to my ear. “Now’s the time to try it on for size.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glanced at him. “I’m not that bad.”
The asshole responded with an arched brow that distracted me for a second at how gorgeous he looked. I shook my head out of my Sutton fog. “Uh-huh.”
“Please,” I drawled, “if that was Tommy Leroy sitting there, you’d already be hyperventilating.”
He didn’t correct me, since I totally spoke the truth. If I had a baller crush on Milo, Sutton had a full-on swooning kinda crush on Leroy. The man definitely had some mad skills on the court in the day, but Milo would have totally been able to kick his ass.
